Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

Chapter 1070: Chapter 376: Primordial Soul Pill and Rebirth Mantra, Red Blood Demon Dragon, Shocking Change

Moao Calendar Year 132, May 1st

The final moments before dawn

More than ten kilometers north of Bashang City.

After bidding farewell to Xia Hong, Li Xuanling and a group of eight people galloped northward.

From Bashang to return to Lower River Village, they first had to head north through the Jiuqu and Binjiang realms, reach Hongguan, then turn towards Xing River North Bank, and walk about fifty more kilometers west along the north bank.

The total mileage of this journey exceeded two hundred kilometers.

By the time the eight returned to Lower River Village, it would definitely be after dawn.

"Is that White Screen Village?"

Li Xuanling, leading the group, suddenly stopped and pointed to a village not far northeast, engulfed in a large number of bonfires, and inquired of the others.

The seven people behind stopped as well. While Xia Chuan was still contemplating the map, Xiang Liang nodded and said, "Madam, that is White Screen Village, the westernmost village-level camp of Jiuchu Camp, with a population of just over thirty thousand, though now there should only be a little over twenty thousand left."

Jiuchu Camp had long been occupied by Dajue Temple; the Cold Resistance Level and Earth-digging Realm individuals in the village had all been conscripted away, so the population had naturally decreased significantly.

Xia Chuan recalled this and nodded his head.

The Great Xia had already mastered the maps of Jiangxia and Bashang towns, but Xiang Liang, having stayed here for half a year, remembered them a bit more clearly.

"Let’s go over and see what’s happening!"

As soon as Li Xuanling said this, she headed towards White Screen Village.

Xia Chuan glanced at White Screen Village and immediately realized something, his facial expression changing slightly as he swiftly followed her.

"There’s something wrong with this village!"

Yue Feng stated and then followed the two, noticing Yuan Cheng’s five were following but clearly puzzled. He instantly prompted, "What hour is it now?"

Yuan Cheng’s five had a facial change upon hearing this, instantly realizing the situation.

Dawn was almost breaking!

Dawn was when humans rested and slept, but also when Cold Beasts became active, so the Ice Abyss People would always try to reduce light sources before dawn, extinguish conspicuous bonfires in the camp, shut doors and windows tightly, and burn coal at home to keep warm, thereby ensuring a safe sleep.

Yet White Screen Village had so many bonfires burning brightly at this moment, which was clearly abnormal.

White Screen Village, Plaza before the Main Building

A cluster of bonfires, standing over ten meters tall, burned vigorously.

The firelight illuminated the entire plaza brightly, where over twenty thousand men, women, old, and young were gathered, all staring fanatically at the high platform of the main building.

On the high platform of the main building, a Bhikkhu with Hair in grey clothes held a green pill, speaking loudly to the crowd, "Everyone, the Guru has decided to open the Gate of Pure Land for us. As long as you take the Primordial Soul Pill and follow me in reciting the Rebirth Mantra, you can eliminate the root of all karmic obstacles, from then on free from suffering and with the Guru, be reborn in Infinite Pure Land!"

The Bhikkhu’s expression was intensely fanatic. After speaking, he directly swallowed the green Primordial Soul Pill and then looked down at the over twenty thousand people below.

The people below, regardless of gender or age, also raised their hands. They held a green Primordial Soul Pill without any hesitation and imitated the grey-clothed Bhikkhu by placing the pill into their mouths.

"Habasa... Likadozhi... Nagaga..."

The grey-clothed Bhikkhu on the high platform sat cross-legged and began to chant a complex scripture.

"Habasa... Likadozhi... Nagaga..."

The over twenty thousand people below imitated him verbatim, all sitting cross-legged and chanting along with the grey-clothed Bhikkhu.

Om......

As the sound of the scripture gradually spread, a mysterious blue aura suddenly appeared above the village, and all the people’s faces showed a trace of pain. Some very young children even couldn’t help but clutch the lower part of their abdomen, evidently where severe pain radiated from.

"Dolangabe... Dorimia... Dilangabe... Dorimia... Pipadamisi... Dorimia..."

As they followed the grey-clothed Bhikkhu and chanted the second section of the scripture, the blue aura above the village became denser, and everyone’s pupils emitted a faint light. Their expressions turned increasingly pained, but their fervor remained undiminished, continuing to chant with the grey-clothed Bhikkhu.

"Pipadu limia... Tayedida... Yadojiedo..."

Contrastingly, as the third section of the scripture began, the tightly closed eyes of the grey-clothed Bhikkhu suddenly opened, spirit light gushing from his eyes, crazily converging towards the blue aura above.

"Yebokami..."

The grey-clothed Bhikkhu continued chanting the scripture, his voice growing increasingly excited. From the fervor on his face, it was apparent this was the final section of the scripture.

Swish...

However, just as the grey-clothed Bhikkhu was about to utter the last few words.

A streak of silver sword light suddenly flew out from behind the high platform and plunged directly into the back of his skull, the sword tip protruding ten centimeters from his forehead.

The longsword moved so fast that even the blood could not flow out in time.

"Stop the charade!"

"Awu Nan..."

Li Xuanling, dressed in white palace attire and holding the Heavenly Transformation Sword, stood behind the grey-clothed Bhikkhu, hearing him persistently continuing the scripture. Her eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and she raised her sword high.

With a force of over fifty chi, this sword raising directly cleaved the Bhikkhu’s skull into two halves; if not for the connective tissues, the entire skull might have been flung off.

Om......

The Bhikkhu was assuredly dead.

However, as he fell, there was not a single trace of pain on his face. After the last three scripture verses were uttered, the spiritual light in his eyes accelerated out, madly rushing towards the blue aura above.

The over twenty thousand people below were now utterly bewildered.